Monthly Archives: October 2015

The brightest illumination, golden and glowing, rises in me when you are amused. And when you grow frustrated, the clouds cover my skies. How I wish I could wish them away. I mispeak and you flee and my world tears … Continue reading →

In the darkness the light falls in through the window so brightly. I need my slumber but how to sleep when that silver sliver cuts across in sharp refusal to accommodate my desires? The clock releases thundering clicks to ensure … Continue reading →

In year one, I plan to be bright and glowing, your golden child.I will try to conquer through merit, intelligence and honesty. Year two will be spent on a rollercoaster of successes and failures forcing you to not be certain … Continue reading →

Feeling hopeless and sort of old? Maybe shattered or freezing cold? I’ve a dream to sell you though it ain’t cheap, but it will move you and let you sleep. Heed the call of Doctor Demonia’s Magical Elixir, Let it … Continue reading →

I have moved. Plenty remains in boxes, but the important things (books, clothing, internet and food) are done. It’s amazing to get home, to sit on my couch, and feel HOME. Not in a house, apartment or the like, but … Continue reading →

I watched her jaw drop mid-bite and couldn’t help but be thoroughly amused at her unladylike shock. It was so blatant; so charmingly human. How had she ever managed to survive her family this long? The amusement and charm, however, … Continue reading →

I know the silver wind loves you, I have seen how she caresses your skin, grasping at your clothing, trying to peel it away. I have seen how the rain falls to your cheeks, soft kisses showering upon you to … Continue reading →

I dropped into a seat and shoved a huge mouthful between my lips to buy myself some time to think. Tara was going to demand full answers and half-measures weren’t going to get me anywhere. Even if I’d already known … Continue reading →

No, I swear, I haven’t dropped off the face of the planet. Aliens have not abducted me and my own personal apocalypse has not begun. I am just currently in the rolling morass that is moving. A new effort towards … Continue reading →

The surface of the lake was a cool green-gray; a shade as smooth as the morning mist which showed the muddy pewter sanded bottom. It was a huge glass mirror with ripples as its only imperfection in repeating the soft … Continue reading →

Why is it that if I hate my job, taking a sick day can be nothing more than a bad papercut, but when I like my work and I take pride in it, responsibility kicks into overdrive? “Oh, hi. *hack … Continue reading →